Jack Maynard Prompt #2
Hi ! I just wanted to say, before I write a request, that your imagines are amazing !! Could you possibly write a jack one with 74, 76, 77, 72 and 28 xx sorry if there’s too many or you don’t want to write it, I understand xx
“I know this is weird but what is this?” You asked Jack as you laid your naked self on top of the blond boy’s bare chest, he placed his hand on top of your back
“Yeah… I don’t do relationships, so fuck buddies, I guess?” He replied, you smirked and said
“Good for me”
Having Jack Maynard as a fuck buddy had its perks but falling in love with him definitely wasn’t one of them, it was something you kept a secret for a long time but you had to admit, you were in love with this boy and he wasn’t.
You tried to break it off so many times, but you always ended up like now, clothes scattered around the room as you laid on your side, scolding yourself internally for being so weak.
“Good morning beautiful” you heard Jack say groggily as he placed a peck on your neck, you stiffened at his touch, making him furrow his brows from behind you.
“Don’t do that” you replied sternly standing up and putting your clothes on
“What’s gotten into you?” He asked standing up his eyes meeting yours, you had to come up with something fast, something that would make him go away, and as his fingers caressed your chin to collide your lips in his you finally came up with the perfect excuse.
“I’m seeing someone” you blurted out as you felt his hot breath crash with yours, he pulled apart not actually believing what you had said.
“What?” The surprise in his voice was evident, you ignored him as you buttoned your jeans “No! You can’t!”
“How cute you actually think I give a fuck about what you think” there was poison in your words filled with anger more to yourself than anyone else but you needed that poison out of your system.
One way or another.
As you looked for your shirt across the room you heard him say
“Either way you’re cheating on him!” He spat, did he really wanted to go there? You turned around with an ‘Are you serious’ look in your face
“As if you were a fucking angel, Maynard!”
“Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you” he replied confidently stepping closer to you, with only his underwear, you were sick of this, you had to tell him.
“I don’t want you, I love you!” As soon as that sentence left your mouth you covered it with both hands as you gasped, how much of an idiot could you be?
“Why didn’t you told me before?” He asked taking your hands from your mouth to your sides, tears were starting to blur your vision as you scoffed
“Let’s face it, I’m just one of your many booty calls” you murmured, staring at your feet as if they were the most interesting thing ever, you couldn’t look him in the eyes after what you had said.
His eyes fell on you and soon enough his lips found their way to yours, but this wasn’t a sloppy nor hungry kiss but one filled with sweetness.
It was slow and methodical, he didn’t just touch your body, but he studied it with his fingertips, feeling every curve, every mark, every inch of of your skin, as he pulled your body closer to his
Every single one of his ministrations reflected how much he actually loved you, his eyes sparkled with tenderness, this was a whole new discovery, you needed to feel him close, not because you were driven by lust.
You needed to feel him close so you knew that this wasn’t a dream, that he was real, that his love was real. “I love you” when he said that your heart fluttered.
A simple sentence, three words and eight letters that made him yours.